The Sweetest Fix

by Tessa Bailey

“If you stumble,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes closed, “make it part of the dance.”

She just…never expected the instant attraction. When in real life does it ever happen? Leo Bexley had walked out in his apron, the top of his head nearly brushing the doorframe, and she’d gotten a zap of static in her fingertips. Followed by her toes and then inward. Straight to her belly button. And that was before he’d spoken in that hibernating-with-a-jar-of-honey voice and it resonated everywhere that counted. As in, her vagina.

This man was making a visible effort to see into her brain. He made a sound that could only be described as a sexy garbage disposal.

“What are you in it for, Leo?” He crossed his brawny arms and considered, staring down at the cake. “The repetition. The routine and tradition. I like the feeling of waking up in the morning before everyone else and them knowing…that they can walk in here and be fed, no matter what. That someone else took care of that worry for them. I guess I like being a given.”

If everyone was perfect on the first try, there wouldn’t be rehearsals. Tomorrow will be better.”

“I don’t know, Reese,” he said, his voice significantly deeper. “If you want to nap, we’ll nap. If you want something else…” His breath rasped in. Out. “I’ll give it to you.”

“Are you letting me know who’s in charge, Leo?” “No, I’m giving you the option of letting me be in charge for a while.”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Leo growled in her ear, his palm cracking down on her butt cheek. “Let everyone in the building know you’re getting that good dick.”

You’re the opposite, sweetheart. You’re the exception to every fucking rule, okay?”

“Success is measured in all kinds of ways, honey. And I think finding something you love as much as you love dancing is a success in itself. There are people who’ll never discover their passion, because they never bothered to look.”